I am lost to February

I have 1,900 words of my latest story done but no ignited to ask if the story is actually decent. Gah. Also I am wearing my thickest pj pants, two pairs of socks, nightie, t-shirt, and HUGE hoodie sweatshirt and I'm debating about wrapping on a blanket.

In the morning, I was wearing gloves IN my office because my hands were freezing. My sucktastic circulation strikse again. Once my hands get cold, they stay cold.

Um. Also? My latest story which I don't mention the pairing for fear of getting spanked for spoilering someone, is kind of creeping me the fuck out. I also have to bone up on my Farscape. Um.

and I might create a series of linked standalones and call it the Harvey 'Verse. Eep!